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Chiselled in Fine Stone
 


When cease the hounds of war their call to battle,
all pomp and splendour shed through arteries,
the spoils dealt out to retribution's fervour,
nostalgia stirs, the twilight winds appease.

Those left behind immortalized in valour,
their mem'ries cherished, chiselled in fine stone,
and those who made it home have also perished,
their loved ones too...shall e'er those hounds atone ?





By cherryk

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